Mo Ming: "I didn't expect you to be so selfless. Have you fallen in love with this kid?"

"Go away!" Xining complained, but still considered it thoughtfully: "You think I don't want to eat?"

Mo Ming felt a little surprised: "Then why don't you eat?"

Nonsense, if you eat it, your skill will greatly increase, and you will break through the Qi refining period, you will definitely be able to survive when the monster attacks the fairy mountain five years later. The body master's mission can also be completed, but the monster king did not appear at that time.

The important task of getting rid of the Monster King will fall on the body owner, and the body owner's ability is definitely not as good as Han Xuan.

Han Xuan's spiritual roots disappeared because the inner elixir in his body absorbed all his spiritual energy and hid it inside. Without the spiritual energy, the spiritual roots cannot be displayed at all.

When he took the Ningling Fruit, his internal strength increased greatly. The inner elixir had abundant spiritual energy, and the spiritual energy moved freely, allowing Han Xuan to soar into the sky, immediately skipping the Qi refining stage, foundation building stage, and golden elixir stage.

Sprint directly towards the Nascent Soul stage.

However, the body owner still needs to continue practicing in the foundation building period, and with the forgotten brain in front and back, how will he defeat the monster king in the future?

After completing the task, she patted her butt and walked away, leaving a mess behind.

For the sake of the people in the world, for Han Xuan, and for the owner of the body, she cannot be so selfish.

Thinking of this, I feel much better!

"Humph~" Mo Ming snorted coldly and then made no sound again.

Xining took a big bite of Ganoderma lucidum and chewed it hard to swallow. In fact, she really wanted to taste the Ningling fruit. It was so sweet and must taste good.

As soon as Han Xuan meditated, he fell into samadhi.

At noon, Xining heard a noise.

"Han Xuan...Xining..." Someone was calling their names.

Xining stood up suddenly and was about to shout back, but saw that Han Xuan was making luck and his face was red. If he was disturbed at this time, he was afraid that something would happen. Retrograde walking and being possessed by demons also happen from time to time in the world of cultivation.

He suppressed his voice forcefully.

I shouted from the cliff for a while, but there was no more sound. It seemed that I gave up without a response.

Soon it was night again, and Xining was so hungry that his stomach growled, so he could only eat a Ganoderma lucidum with a sad face.

Eating Ganoderma lucidum like bitter yellow lotus, Xi Ning could only console himself. He really was eating Ganoderma lucidum every meal, which was a super treat. This is not Ganoderma lucidum, this is chicken legs, braised pork, and sauced duck...

The wind was very cold at night. Xining observed Han Xuan and felt that his face was rosy and did not look cold, so he crossed his legs and meditated to resist the cold.

It was daybreak again, and Han Xuan finally opened his eyes and saw Xining leaning to the side, nibbling on Ganoderma lucidum bit by bit as if taking medicine.

At this time, he felt energetic and comfortable. He leaned over and picked up a Ganoderma lucidum and ate it slowly. After eating for a while, he thanked softly: "Thank you!"

"You're welcome! You were the one who picked the fruit, so it's normal for you to eat it." Although Xining was still a little sad, in the future, Han Xuan would be responsible for defeating the Monster King and saving the common people. In comparison, it was still worthwhile.

As long as you are alive, you are making money! If you die, no matter how many Spirit Condensing Fruits you eat, it will be useless.

Han Xuan smiled and said with gratitude: "Not only this, I heard someone calling our names from above, but you didn't answer for my sake."

Nonsense, I gave you the Spirit Condensation Fruit to eat. If you go crazy, who will deal with the Monster King in the future?

Xining was still eating Ganoderma lucidum sadly. When could she go out and eat something delicious? Now her mouth was full of bitterness, even if she had unfermented hard buns.

She suddenly thought of something: "Can your sword return to its scabbard automatically?"

"Yes!" Han Xuan nodded: "My grandfather gave it to me for self-defense when I was a child."

Xining stood up and looked up.

Han Xuan walked to her side: "What are you looking at?"

Xining said to himself: "If we throw the scabbard on top, and then we hold the sword and let the sword go back to the scabbard, can we?" When the sword is returned to the scabbard, wouldn't the person be carried to the top of the mountain by the sword?

Han Xuan shook his head: "No, we are too heavy. Even if we are alone, we can only return the scabbard to the sword, but there is no way for the sword to return to the scabbard."

Xi Ning asked back: "Then why is the sword inserted in the cliff, and you put the sword away and returned the sword to the scabbard?"

Han Xuan smiled bitterly: "That's because the scabbard is in my hand, and the sword will use force to return to the scabbard. If the scabbard is not in my hand, but the sword is in my hand, it is the scabbard that exerts force."

What a stupid operation, Xining sighed, returned to his original position, and took another bite of Ganoderma lucidum. It seems that he will continue to eat this Ganoderma lucidum!

Han Xuan took out the sword, tied it with a rope, and began to throw the scabbard upward.

The top of the cliff was a little far away from here. If you couldn't throw it up, it would fall down. Han Xuan immediately shouted "take it", put the scabbard back in place, and then continued to throw it. After throwing it three times, he threw it up.

Xining understood: "If anyone sees the scabbard, they can follow the rope and know that we are below."

"Well!" Han Xuan sat down: "They will definitely come to us. Even if the people in Tianshi Palace give up, my grandparents will not give up."

Even if his spiritual roots are gone, he is still a direct grandson of the Han family. He wants to see people alive and his corpse when he dies.

Xining looked at the two baskets of Ganoderma lucidum with a grimace on his face: "These are enough for three to five days."

Living a life like a "god", eating Ganoderma lucidum, drinking morning dew condensed on stones, using the ground as a mat, the sky as a quilt, and meditating at night to keep out the cold.

"Han Xuan...Xining..." Finally someone came to find them.

This time they could finally call for help. Xining and Han Xuan shouted loudly: "We are here!"

Following the sound, I saw a scabbard with a rope attached to it on the edge of the cliff, and finally found a small cave seven or eight meters away from the top of the cliff.

No magic weapon is needed. The rope is tied around the waist and pulled up one by one.

Seeing that although the two people's clothes were torn and they were a little embarrassed, they were not injured, Uncle Zhao breathed a sigh of relief: "I finally found you. If I can't find you today, I have to report to the Han family in Jinling. Now it's better! How did you fall?

Going down?"

Han Xuan hesitated for a moment, but Xining said first: "I was chased by a monster and fell."

"There are not many monsters here, and there are very few ferocious monsters." Uncle Zhao asked again, "What kind of monster is it?"

You can't say that you were pushed down by the Monster Rabbit. No matter how many Monster Rabbits you have, it won't sound good if word spreads about it.

Xining changed the subject: "It's a giant snake, a very big one, guarding the Spirit Condensing Fruit."

"Ningling Spirit Fruit?" Uncle Zhao's eyes suddenly lit up: "It takes a thousand years for the Ningling Spirit Grass to bear fruit, one or two at a time, and the fruiting period is only half an hour."

Thinking about it makes me feel distressed. Xining responded: "One was eaten by a monster snake, and the other was eaten by Han Xuan."

When Uncle Zhao heard this, he put his hand on Han Xuan's head and immediately felt the endless spiritual energy.

Without saying a word, he drew out his sword, grabbed Han Xuan and flew towards Tianshi Palace with his sword.

The remaining four disciples who came together to look for people raised their heads and shouted: "Uncle Master, we..."

In the distance, I heard Uncle Zhao's voice coming from the clouds and mist: "Go back by yourself!"
Chapter completed!